A soft, fragrant person hugged her shoulders from behind. Sheng Yang's movements were a bit stiff.
Aside from the last time she hugged Yi Juncheng to thank him, this was the first time she had ever hugged someone. And she wasn't very comfortable with this kind of close contact.
But the image in her mind of Kang Weizhen wailing lingered and made her heart hurt.
So she tried to ignore this discomfort.
While hugging Kang Weizhen from behind, she reminded her. "Mom, spoon…"
Her voice was as soft as a marshmallow.
"Never mind." Kang Weizhen's voice was trembling and seemed to come from her chest. The depths of her heart seemed to be churning with a storm.
She could hardly control the outpouring of her emotions, but she was afraid of hurting Yangyang.
This hug hadn't come easy but came just in time.
Kang Weizhen didn't dare to move, but her tears of joy, like pearls, kept falling.
